Come to my father’s house

‘Forgive me, Jesus, for not turning to you more throughout the day. You always bail me out. You make everything beautiful. Thank you for what I learned today that it’s alright to be brave and that it is good to be honest.’

I sung a song today that repeated the words praise jesus. I was just doing it without thinking. Certainly not participating with my heart or spirit barely with my mind as it was almost repetitive without thinking,

This dull state is like being dead. There is no hope no guidance and no real love.

Real love isn’t what someone can do for me. It is what I can do for someone else.

(I own this phrase now so if someone uses it please quote me)

‘What can I do for you Jesus?’

I wanted this to be the end for today but I must put more in. I’m…